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Girls Night Out - Room 231 - Part one

Upstairs far above the bar, Room 231 has been rented for the night of fun and a warning placed on the Door. No one Under 21 allowed inside... And a sign, with large script written so neatly you would swear it was typed saying Girls Night Out in Progress. Men may enter at their own risk.

You can say this for a Command.Com, when they go about making a party they go ALL the way out. Three tables are set up with User-friendly only snacks and booze, Sprite Friendly only snacks and booze, and a rather bare table waiting for booze that the kitsune promised to bring, being friendly to both data and matter beings!

Pillows abound around a big screen TV, over in a corner several bags sit waiting to surprise the people about the come in. Now all that all that's missing are the girls for their night of fun.

(OOC: come forth. Thread jacking and hopping encouraged!)

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"I know. But Richard's the one who got me out." She says wryly. Then she holds up one arm and splays the tentacles on it before re-wrapping them around her own wrist, "Symbiotic sub-mutation of humanity from approximately 4870. Our other-half are called Gen. They don't have tentacles."

"Those," Jen observes, "must be handy."

She's not in the least weirded out by Suzi's tentacles; back on good 'ole Earth-616, Suzi's arms and hands would be attributed to mutation, of the garden variety, compared to someone like Hank McCoy or Beak or one Benjamin Grimm.

"4870 by whose reckoning?"

Could it be? Someone from the future? At last!

"The one that, um. Has AD and BC on it?" She offers after a moment, "I'm in everybody I've met's future." Suzi always loves it when someone takes her tentacles in stride. It's weirder for her to be the only one around than it is for most Milliways people to encounter them.

Jen's green and almost seven feet tall. Her shrink is eight feet tall and has green hair, her husband spends the occasional month as either Man-Wolf or Star God (sometimes both), and her process server at work is a pink-skinned metamorph with a penchant for impersonating Clint Eastwood in his The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly phase.

Tentacles? Barely registering as anything other than a practical addition to the human form. She's much more interested in the fact that she's apparently talking to someone a few thousand years hence down the timeline.

"You're kidding. 4870? Really? Okay, does everyone have jetpacks, or not?"

"Nope!" She gets asked this a lot, "We're pretty postapocolyptic. We just barely have electricity. Lots of horses, though?"

"We," proclaims Jen, "were promised jetpacks by the 22nd century. And flying cars. I actually had a flying Cadillac for a few years, but totaled it. Or rather, some aliens totalled it."

Needless to say, the Caddy was purple.

"Well, um. You're not from my universe?" She offers, gesturing at the, well. Greenness of it all, "No selyn as far as I can zlin. So you probably don't evolve into Sime and Gen anyway?"

"I've met a lot of people from the future - and that is an understatement - and none of this sounds familiar. But timelines split all the time, when people time travel, and turn into something entirely different. You have to be careful when flirting with the space-time continuum. I've seen futures wiped out entirely, and people displaced in the present whose futures no longer exist. What's selyn, and what's a Gen?"

"Selyn is the chemical that my body processes the way that yo...baseline, anyway, humans process food. I could assume that you're human, but you're really not baseline. Gens are the other half of the symbiotic pairing. Sime need selyn, Gen overproduce it, and channels...that's my sub-mutation...are able to be the bridge between ordinary Sime and Gens. renSime, that's about nineteen out of twenty of us? Can't take Transfer directly without killing the Gen." She's said this a lot too.

"I'm Homo sapiens, but nowhere near baseline anymore. I'm part of a rareified family back home. Membership is by accident, not by birth."

Jen's betting that one dose of gamma selyn, if Jen produced it, would be the equivalent of eating mutagenic nitroglycerin.

"And Gens are human?"

"Um hm." She says with a nod, "Sime and Gen are symbiotic sub-species of human. We're all that exist in my time? No, um. No baselines at all? Which is sort of what made the whole thing fall apart? Nobody knew until the last couple hundred years about channels." she doesn't want to think about that, let alone talk about it.

"Okay, gotcha. But you can still drink rum, right?"

Sigh. Another weird vaguely dystopian somewhere in the multiverse.

"We're getting better." She says quietly, reaching up to pat She-Hulk on the arm. "Really, things are getting better. We just had to deal with the evolution for a while. Yes, I can drink rum. I had two bottles when Captain Sparrow and I got drunk together."

"Ooooh. A military man gave you rum? That sounds scandalous, and fun. Want to help me mix up some Smashes? Spill the story, Suzi."

"No, no. Captain Sparrow is a pirate." She says with a laugh, "I'll help mix things, though? None of the military people I know have gotten me drunk. Not on purpose, anyway?"

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